Mama Masak Apa Novels & Stories

Tama returned from school shortly after Mahira had reached the Chan’s ‘Mama, what are you doing here? no work today? she asked excitedly as she jumped into her arms. “Mama took a holiday today so that she could spend sometime with her favourite Tama, prepare her some of her favourite food & snack items like potato fries, macaroni and some cheese balls and feed her as well,” “Oh Mama, didn’t you always say that all these are unhealthy food to eat, then how come you’re making them for Tama,” she left Mahira's arms and stood with her hands on her hips, questioning her mother’s lost sense of discipline

and they both stood up and went to perform ablution for prayer Immediately they both finished praying they came out of there rooms. "Umma what's for dinner?" Tehzeeb asked her mother "I don't know what to cook. Anything you decide is okay" Umma answered "Okay. Let's me just cook cuscus and veggies" "It's okay. Bring the pepper and onion let me help you with that" "Leave everything to me I will do it. Just sit down and let's gist" "I don't have any gist, unless you will gist me" Umma said while Tehzeeb entered the kitchen to make the fire before she comes back to seat with her mother.

I answered with a sigh as I drove out of the garage. ————OSS And Cafe, 11:20am We found a place to get a nice breakfast very close to where we stayed, OSS and Cafe. Mother ordered Nasi Lamak for us saying it was tasty, it was rice and leaf, with cucumbers and chicken and some weird beans and stew. " You won't regret it, it's nice really" Mother said as we were served.

Aleena looked at the still panicking Mummy. "Ehem! Ah, nothing's wrong! Did you just wake up, dear?" Eve knew she had blurted out, because of her worry. Eve tried to distract herself. "Yes, Mummy! Just now! I have to go to school, Mummy!" Aleena said happily. "But I want to take a bath first, can Mummy make me something? I'm hungry! Maybe fried rice? I miss Aunty Narti's fried rice! Nasi goreng..in-indonesia! Yeah, that's it!" said Aleena, stammering a little.

My stomach growled instantly. I walked into the kitchen and saw my mother moving around like magic, stirring a pot, chopping vegetables, flipping something in a pan. “What are you making?” I asked, sliding onto the small counter stool. “Your favorite,” she said with a grin. “Jollof rice with fried plantains and some grilled chicken. Comfort food for my baby girl.” My heart warmed. “Mom, you didn’t have to go all out.” “Of course I did,” she said, waving me off. “What good is a mother if she can’t feed her child when she’s hurting?”

Their parents are best friends and business partners. "Maamita," Mehr called standing next to her mother in the kitchen. "Yauwa baby, you're making the stew. Call Nadiya (house help) to chop the vegetables for salad." Maa ordered washing the parboiled rice in the sink. Mehr did as she was asked to then came back and start the stew.

Mira said rudely and left the door “Aunt, she is here!” she called out to Chris's mother who also came out of the kitchen looking distraught “You are here already? I thought it will take you about two to three hours to get here, I see you are not that busy” Mrs. Hugh stated and dropped the rolling pin in her hand then removes the apron “I thought it’s something urgent, what are you doing?” Laura asked "We are trying to make some pizza but mum can't even make them properly" Mira answered

said Columba Rajadi. Queenie Qamra put her some simple snacks on the table in front of Columba Rajadi. Being tickled by her own curiosity, Columba Rajadi proposed a question, “What have you made this time? Last time you brought soto and nasi lemak. Before that, you’ve also brought some cheese bread and doughnuts. Before that, you’ve also ever brought honey chicken wings. You’re very keen on and active in culinary, Queenie…” Columba Rajadi smiled broadly, without any suspicion.

Josh said. "Mommy cooked a special dish for you, please come in." Julia invites Anna and Josh to come inside and lead them into the dining room. "Let me guess, Mommy pasti masak gule sama nasi goreng pete, kan?" Anna said in Indonesian. Julia chuckled. "Your Indonesian accent is still thick," said Juliah. "Well, I guess it's because every time I come home, my mom always cooks Indonesian food for me so I can't move on from Indonesian."

Every day I eat food with a different menu, I never get bored of eating the food made by mom. "What are you making, Mom?" I asked, getting up from my seat and approaching. "I'm making cromboloni, you can try it later." Mama put the dough that had been shaped in this way into the oven and closed it. Now she and I are sitting again at the dining table. I enjoyed the remaining pears while mom prepared something I didn't know what it was either. Something pink and white mixed with cream was put into a plastic cone. Mama continued making the food and I watched her. While I was sitting quietly, suddenly my smartphone rang. I saw Matilda's name there.